manuscriptx
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I believe in faith. I believe in the sun and the moon. Just the same.
I believe in love. I believe in core values, wild boars, which are lame.
I believe in money. Property, real estate and bed sores, which ache.
I believe the buck stops here. The heart is small, imagination runs rampant.
Stocks tend to fall, trucks enter the rear, and my face is quite handsome.
I believe in narrow-mindedness, otherwise it can kill,
a boy flaps his hat almost at will.
I believe one day money will be fall me, like a check in the mail.
Somber cries in the wind, this Pepsi tastes a little stale.
I believe in heroes, strong with might.
Towering stares, while some sleep at midnight.
I believe in myself, six foot three,
two hundred pounds, not sure if it's really me.
The mirror has two faces, one black and one white,
one named " Nighthawk " one named after a fight.
My father was the one who did it, she hit my mother,
then named me but not after her brother.
The interloper holds the chain for me this time and I said 'what the hell'?
Time to die my friend; the bells ring that familiar knell.
Off I go into the fire and the flames are tall and bright,
this poem is over you were all really right.
I believe in love. I believe in core values, wild boars, which are lame.
I believe in money. Property, real estate and bed sores, which ache.
I believe the buck stops here. The heart is small, imagination runs rampant.
Stocks tend to fall, trucks enter the rear, and my face is quite handsome.
I believe in narrow-mindedness, otherwise it can kill,
a boy flaps his hat almost at will.
I believe one day money will be fall me, like a check in the mail.
Somber cries in the wind, this Pepsi tastes a little stale.
I believe in heroes, strong with might.
Towering stares, while some sleep at midnight.
I believe in myself, six foot three,
two hundred pounds, not sure if it's really me.
The mirror has two faces, one black and one white,
one named " Nighthawk " one named after a fight.
My father was the one who did it, she hit my mother,
then named me but not after her brother.
The interloper holds the chain for me this time and I said 'what the hell'?
Time to die my friend; the bells ring that familiar knell.
Off I go into the fire and the flames are tall and bright,
this poem is over you were all really right.